Susan and Rod had booked into the hotel and then gone out to look around the resort. There were a number of activities that they could take part in, the resort having been designed with the younger set in mind. For that first afternoon they just took it easy, familiarising themselves with the place.
After a leisurely dinner they adjourned to the bar to have a drink before retiring. There were other couples there and it wasn't all that long before the sexes had tended to split along the male/female lines. The girls were relaxing, getting to know each other, talking over the top of each other with none of them caring.
The men were slightly more active, darts and pool being the order of the day. Eventually someone produced a deck of cards and a friendly game of poker developed. Well, as friendly as poker ever got. Not that it mattered as they were only playing for chicken stakes.
About nine Susan decided to head up to their suite, ready for bed. Also ready for further fun and games, but was willing to wait until she was in bed to get them. She indicated to Rod that she was going up and he nodded, intending to follow fairly soon.
Arriving at the suite Susan decided she'd like some coffee and dropped a call to room service. Then she stripped and headed for the shower. A long, luxurious shower, ample hot water being a godsend. While drying off she heard movement in the suite and smiled. Rod was showing impeccable timing.
Unfortunately, what Rod was showing was three aces, smiling as he raked in another pot. Almost two dollars in it this time. It wasn't the money, it was the thrill of winning. With a pot of two dollars it most certainly wasn't the money. He was nearly five dollars ahead for the night. He wondered if he could make it ten. Susan would understand.
Susan was in the process of strolling out of the bathroom, happy to let Rod have a peek at what awaited him. James, the waiter, was quite surprised when Susan strolled into the room without a stitch on. Not even holding a towel. Just her and a lot of lovely nakedness. Firm high young breasts that had not yet started to yield to gravity's inexorable pull, standing out proudly, snowy mountains tipped with a touch of pink. Long sleek sides and a smooth tummy, creamy skin that flowed smoothly down to her thighs, not interrupted by any fur.
He'd knocked and called out that he was room service before he entered. Surely she must have heard him. Then again, possibly not, as she seemed slightly surprised to find him there. James hurriedly put down the coffee pot before he dropped it.
Susan saw the look on the waiter's face and couldn't help giggling. The poor man didn't know where to look. She turned slightly so he was no longer getting a full frontal, looking over her shoulder to him.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I thought you were my husband. I'd forgotten that I'd called room service. I take it that's my coffee?"
"Ah, no. If he's the gentleman I saw you with earlier he's still downstairs locked in a poker game. Um, coffee? Yes. Your coffee."
James had expected blushes and a hasty retreat for a towel or robe. Either that or a screamed demand that he get out and get out now. He got neither of those.
"Oh, dear, this is all so embarrassing for you, isn't it," Susan said. A hand reached up to touch her face. "Embarrassing for me too, I guess. Talk about having a red face."
Oh, sure, real embarrassing, thought James. I can see you're almost panic stricken under those giggles.
"I'm not embarrassed, I assure you," he told her. "How could I possibly be embarrassed by seeing someone as lovely as you? If you'll excuse me?"
His voice trailed away as he lightly touched one shoulder with a finger, not pressing so much as indicating she should turn slightly. He had no objections when she did so, even though she lifted both her hands to her face to hide her blushes. With the hands on her face they weren't impeding his view in any way.
"Well you may not be embarrassed but what about me?" she asked, indicating her nudity with a general wave of her hand.
"From what I can see you have nothing to be embarrassed about," said James softly. "You're lovely. Your body needs to be seen, I assure you."
His hand brushed lightly across first one nipple and then the other, watching as the promptly reacted to his touch.
"Lovely," he said, his hand gliding down to brush lightly across her mons. "Exquisitely lovely. My life would have been poorer if I had not seen you."
